Oh, well, Stella thought, he'll get used to sleeping in his own bed eventually…

She left the television set going, noiselessly, and went into the bedroom to take a nap. She'd slept only four hours last night as it was, and Jackie would surely be home soon, so she wouldn't sleep too long. She left a note on the refrigerator for her daughter, explaining Kaiser's presence, so Jackie wouldn't be alarmed at seeing a strange dog in the apartment.

But Stella must have been emotionally exhausted, because when her lovely blonde daughter did arrive, the older woman didn't even wake up to Kaiser's growls.

"Oh! Eeeee!" Jackie squealed upon opening the door. "Wh-what are you doing here?" She was addressing the dog, forgetting, for a moment, that it was her mother's day off and that she should be home somewhere. The tall, well-proportioned blonde shivered into the corner of the tiny kitchenette, bumping backwards into the refrigerator in her fright. Kaiser came toward her, wagging his tail happily as soon as he recognized the same scent he had picked up from the day-bed. Whoever this jittery female was, he knew that she belonged here just as much as the older woman did who had so recently bought him from his former master.

"Ugh, go away…" Jackie whispered fearfully, until she felt the refrigerator door handle with her elbow and whirled around to see the note. Her eyes widened and her face relaxed as the eighteen year old coed read what her mother had written. Then she looked back at the dog, noticing, for the first time, what a really spectacular animal he was, a perfect specimen of his breed. His markings were absolutely symmetrical, and his coat was shiny and sleek. His eyes were friendly and expressive, and all at once Jackie bent down to cuddle him.